In the early morning, Jerez patted his cheek and woke up from his deep sleep. He pushed the girl who was squeezed into the same bed with him from the narrow bed. With a bang, the girl woke up with a cry of pain. She stood up and took a look at it in a daze. It was not clear whether she fell while rolling or something.
Jerez sat up, took out five dollars from the clothes thrown beside the bed, and threw it casually at the woman's side. This was considered as the overnight fee. The girls in Montel have very good skills, but the competition here is too great. On the contrary, the price is a little cheaper than some other places. This was Jerez's choice. If he was not so taboo, he could find a girl to spend the night with for two or three dollars.
This does not mean that girls make less, in fact the real money they make is during the day.
The bedroom is not big, just an ordinary residence. Jerez is in the smuggling business, so it is naturally impossible to use the money earned with one's life to purchase property. That is not a smart investment, it is just seeking death, and it is too much money. . If something goes wrong, all his properties will be frozen, and the money invested in real estate will be lost. He never did anything like investing, and kept all his money in the Imperial Bank of Commerce.
Commercial banks are banks created by the group of people from the General Chamber of Commerce. They are definitely inferior to the central bank. But one thing that is good about commercial banks is that they never ask for customers' personal information. When you sit down at the bank counter, you say you want to open an account, and the clerk at the counter will give you an account, then set a password or submit a token, and then you can leave. The salesperson will not ask for any information during the entire process, which ensures the safety of these funds.
At the same time, commercial banks do not have as many rules as the Imperial Central Bank. No matter whether the account has deposited or withdrawn in recent years, or whether the owner of the account is dead, as long as someone can provide a password or token, they will follow the rules and regulations. work. Unlike the central bank, if the head of the household dies and there is no heir, or the heir does not know the account, and there is no deposit or withdrawal within a certain period of time, the account will be canceled and the money in the account will be transferred to a special account.
If something goes wrong and the bosses who store their money in the Empire's central bank go to jail, the money they spent ten or more years free in exchange for may have become bank money after they are released from prison. It cannot be said that it is difficult to get the money back. Just file a lawsuit and the central bank will take out the money after all the evidence is provided, but the time, energy, financial resources, and connections consumed are not worth it.
This is also the reason why commercial banks can suddenly emerge as a new force. At least they have achieved the goal of "thinking about customers".
He has saved a lot of money in the past few years, seven to eight hundred thousand, but he feels that it is not enough. He plans to quit after collecting one million, find a slightly more pleasant place to get married, have children, and live in seclusion. happy life. In order to accomplish this as much as possible, over the years, as long as he gave him money, there would be no goods he dared not transport.
After washing his face, he walked to the debris warehouse in the backyard and looked at the five Guarts hanging on the beams. He sobered up a lot. He slapped them to wake them up, and then took out a whip from a basin filled with sea water. The whips are made of long wooden strips as wide as a finger, and the edges and corners are tied together. When the whip is struck, there will be several blood marks on the body. In addition, this whip has been soaked in sea water, and the salt has been sucked in, making it even more painful.
"Are you still unwilling to speak?" He glanced at the faces of the five people one by one, "As long as you tell where the goods come from and the name of the person in charge behind you, I will let you go. I’ll give you some money and go where you want to go.” He raised the whip in his hand and hit the person closest to him with a snap.
The more unable to find out the details of these people, the more panicked Jerez felt. He has lived through many days of licking blood from the edge of a knife, and he naturally knows that these people don't say what he wants, or it is because there is a very strict organization behind them, so that they dare not say it, even in the face of death. Either these people are all lunatics and extremists. He had seen both kinds of people before, and it was precisely because he had seen them that he became even more flustered and wanted to find out from them what was behind them.
There is not much time left for him. Once the other party discovers the problem, it is very likely that it will be thunderous. He knew that the most important thing he should do at this time was to leave Montel with his brothers and find another place, but he was unwilling to do so. At the same time, he also secretly hated himself for why he had done so much and wanted to get these people into his hands. inside.
As a result, I came back in big trouble.
Many large organizations and extremist organizations are raising funds through smuggling. Compared with those behemoths, he is just a small player.
The man he spanked groaned, rolled his eyes, and didn't say a word.
It's not that they don't want to say it, or that they really have any great beliefs that they are willing to dedicate, but they dare not say it. At the same time, Du Lin also promised them that he would rescue them whenever possible. If they said something they shouldn't have said, Dulin didn't say the consequences, but everyone knew the consequences of betrayal.
Rather than slowly dying in painful torture, it is better to die quickly. At least not only will the family not be affected, but there will also be a generous pension.
Their hostile gazes made Jerez's heartstrings tremble slightly. He pulled out a half-foot-long sharp knife from his ankle, "My patience is about to run out. The next time I speak, I will either answer or die." "
His eyes looked back and forth on the faces of the five people. Some looked at him calmly, some stared at him angrily, but some were avoiding his gaze! His eyes lit up, and he walked to the fourth man who was hanging and looked at him. This young man was only eighteen or nineteen years old, a little younger than the others. His eyes were a little evasive, and Jerez laughed. Death is indeed the best way to force people to change their will.
He admitted that some people could remain calm in the face of death, but not everyone was like that. The tip of his knife was already aimed at the chest of the young man who could be his child, and he pierced it gently. A trace of blood slowly flowed out from the wound along the edge of the sharp knife and dripped on the ground.
"Don't you want to say it?" Jerez tightened his hand a little more, and the tip of the knife went in for about a centimeter, and the blood flowed faster. The muscles and expressions on the big boy's face were twisting and twitching crazily. He bit his lips tightly, and tears poured out of his eyes. He shook his head vigorously, and Jerez chuckled and increased his strength. More blades penetrated into the boy's muscles, and he became more and more frightened.
He sobbed and begged: "Please..."
Jerez was not moved at all, and the blade of the knife penetrated deeply again. He looked up at the big boy and met his eyes, "I can already feel the beating of my heart. Look, maybe next time, or next time the tip of the knife It will pierce your heart, and by then it will be too late even if you want to say it." But after saying this, he took out the sharp knife and asked the guards to release the young man from the beam, "We are alone. Talk!"
He dragged the young man by the arm and dragged him out of the warehouse. The remaining four people looked extremely ugly, but they seemed to see a sense of relief in their eyes.
They hoped that their companion would not say it, but deep down there was an idea that they were unwilling to admit. It would be best if he could say it, so that they would not need to face other tortures or even death. This is a very contradictory emotion, expectation and fear.
There was no sound from outside. About ten minutes later, Jerez came back with his eyes twitching. He wiped the blood splattered on his face, his heart was falling, and he was about to fall into the abyss. He is not afraid of fighting with the smuggling gangs, nor is he afraid of confronting the dealers who brew private liquor, but he is afraid of the rich. When the young man told him that his boss was a very rich man, Jerez had already felt fear.
The knife in his hand was still hung with blood beads. He looked at the four young men who were hung up, with a fierce light in his slightly squinted eyes. He took a deep breath, whispered an apology, then walked behind the first person, grabbed his hair, and cut his neck with the sharp knife in his hand...
When Jerez returned to the house, all his men were packing their things. Although they don't understand why they suddenly want to leave Montel, a well-established place, in the past few years, they have become accustomed to obeying Jerez's orders. Jerez is not only cruel, but also very cunning. He has repeatedly "surprised" He saved everyone, so everyone was very convinced of him.
He frowned slightly, "No need to bring clothes or anything like that. We'll buy them later. Weapons, account books, contact information and other valuables are all with you. East, bring the truck over. We don't have much time."
Although everyone is convinced by Jerez, they also want to know why he left suddenly. It can be seen from Jerez's behavior that he does not intend to come back here. This means that the territory and market they spent more than two years to build are abandoned like this. This is indeed difficult to accept.
Regarding these questions, Jerez could only smile bitterly and said: "We are in big trouble."
Everyone's expressions suddenly became ugly. From the "big trouble" that Jerez said, it must be a big trouble. They speeded up and carried their personal belongings out the door. East's truck hadn't arrived yet, so they had to wait for a while.
It was a modified truck. The truck's cabin and cab were reinforced with steel plates. It was used by them for smuggling, so it couldn't be parked in the city, but was put in a truck ten minutes away. In a warehouse on a farm outside the city. Only after getting in the truck and leaving this place could Jerez feel relieved.
I just don’t know why, but his heart is beating faster and faster even though he is about to leave!
(End of chapter)